Well, Zell ‘n Doodlin paying a visit to the rainbow family. BUT.
LOOK AT DAT SH*T HOW COULD I MESS UP SO BAAD ?? XDD Cyan has a One-Piece sized waist, the twins are… gremmlins, Orange just woke up after a party and is judging my poor graphic skills, Green has turned into a granny with failed esthetical surgery, Blue is disgusted by life, Purple is an F*CKIN’ E-T and Yellow… well, he’s there and present but idk what the f*ck is going on in his mind.
Well, dat was an attempt to domesticate my graphic tablet and it is a huge fail but u know what I’m kinda pround of it at some point XD a big'ood lulz to do and I hope it will make u laugh
Hello everyooneee!! So I reached 2k recently and I cannot flippin belieVE IT. THANK YOU ALL SOSOSOSOSO MUCH. To thank all the lovely beautiful people who follow me, and to all the talented and wonderful people I follow I made this follow forever! Thank you guys so much for lighting up my dash, and to all the people I’ve talked to and made friends thank you for dealing with me. I hope this poor attempt at a graphic can show all my love to you. ♥ ♥ ♥
Also, I don’t own the beautiful drawings in this ff, all credits go to this lovely person. Can we talk about how great they all look though, especially Makishima homg. If anyone’s wondering they’re holding pocky and having a radical pocky party B) we should hold one of our own. The full picture looks so much cooler so you should all check that out ^^
Anyways sorry for the long message!! Thank you all again and -HUGS ALL- ♡＾▽＾♡
I feel his hands on my arms, I feel his skin against my skin and I’m holding my breath. I don’t move an inch. I don’t say a word as his hands drop to my waist, to the thin material making a poor attempt to cover my body. His fingers graze the soft skin of my lower back, right underneath the hem of my shirt and I’m losing count of the number of times my heart skips a beat.
hey y’all! my name is Riley and i’m writing & illustrating a comic called “Girl Bully”. its a story about cycles of abuse and the different ways they can manifest in even everyday attempts to cope with them. it means a lot to me, since one of the problems i felt growing up was a sense that “bully” stories were too simple and reductive to really show what being poor means to issues of safety when you’re a kid.
this has been my brainchild for over a year now, and i’m finally ready to go! please enjoy the first 5 pages & if you dig it - there’s a whole short graphic novel coming too